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Jenkins could not bear to lunch or dine alone: very often Hayden was there to keep the great man company, as were the chef de cabinet, Crispin Tickell, and a more junior member of staff, Laura Grenfell. In his published European Diary Jenkins mentions Hayden frequently, as in: ‘Then a very rough flight to Luxembourg. Hayden was nearly sick, but recovered fairly rapidly after we got on the ground and was reassuringly able to eat a perfectly hearty lunch.’ In these pages we are reminded how central the word ‘agreeable’ was to Jenkins’s idea of the good life: we find ‘not very agreeable’, ‘reasonably agreeable’, ‘more agreeable than I remembered’, ‘tremendously agreeable’ (a dinner with Willy Brandt) and ‘extremely disagreeable’ (another flight to Luxembourg). Hayden’s style certainly owes much to the bonhomous Jenkins manner, in which the transaction of business, though regarded as an intensely serious matter, is also meant to be intensely enjoyable, with great relish taken in wine, food, croquet and other games, culture of various kinds, and in cultivating the friendship or acquaintance of grand people. The hint of puritanism given off by some senior civil servants is not found in Hayden.
By the time he came back to the Home Office, he was in the process of divorcing his first wife, Dr Ann Watkins – who is remembered with affection by those who knew her in Brussels and who treated Jenkins after he damaged his ankle while out for a run – and was getting married to Laura Grenfell. She is the daughter of the second, and last, Lord St Just, while her mother, Leslie, is the daughter of Condé Nast of New York and later married Mark Bonham Carter. Laura is described as ‘very, very nice’, and although her father’s beautiful house, Wilbury Park, has been sold, she and Hayden have an extremely pretty farm near Salisbury. They have three children, and he also has two children by his first marriage. He recently feared that he might lose his eyesight, but it has been saved.
A friend who has stayed with Hayden and Laura said, ‘He fancies himself in green wellies, prodding cattle. I think he may have some knowledge of them.’ The main recreations, at least while this friend was staying, were drinking and talking, but Hayden also fishes. Another friend, who knew Laura before Hayden, said of him, ‘He’s an extremely nice fellow at heart. He likes being there at the centre of political life.’
Hayden moved from the Home Office by way of the Cabinet Office and the Treasury to National Heritage (as it then was), where he won golden opinions from at least some of the grandest people in the arts world. The art historian and collector Sir Denis Mahon, who is now 92, said, ‘He was extremely helpful, head and shoulders above most of the Civil Service, very quick on the uptake. I think originally I had to explain certain things to him, but he grasped them very quickly.’ Another eminent connoisseur said of Hayden, ‘He was an outstanding man in that department – one of the very few there who really cared about what the department was supposed to do. With Hayden you could tell at once that he had an extremely fine mind and was properly educated. Hayden recognised expertise. He understood how the world worked. Some people said he was a social climber, but that is said about anybody who is really rather acceptable to people who are senior to them. These things are very unfair comments.’
His ability to be really rather acceptable to people who are senior to him was confirmed when he went to work for the Lord Chancellor, Lord Irvine. Hayden was the first non-lawyer ever to head that department, yet he seems to have taken the work in his stride and he knew how to manage Lord Irvine, whose political sense was abominable and who also suffered, though not everyone recognised this, from shyness. Master and servant had a shared interest in art. He was asked to stay on past retirement age, and has even put up with being removed, under his new chief, Lord Falconer, from a magnificent office in the House of Lords to a hideous office block in Victoria Street.
Yet all this flexibility and pragmatism and gift for friendship with the great has not won him unstinted praise. A high Tory said, ‘He’s an oily little Welshman who thought he was going to be Cabinet secretary by oiling up to the Labour party. He’s an extremely able courtier for people with little self-confidence. He is not a man I would be happy to go tiger-shooting with.’ Even Hayden’s friends warn, ‘Don’t for one instant imagine if you come over the top of the hill firing, he’ll be there at your side.’ He is variously described as the Vicar of Bray and the original Sir Humphrey – this latter a joke he has taken in good part. If anyone can give a falsely reassuring feel to Labour’s wild constitutional experiments, it is Sir Hayden Phillips.
Andrew Gimson is foreign editor of The Spectator.
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